Muse

Practice makes perfect. But not everyone is so patient. Damn.

My muse, encourages me to write with gentle fingers that caress my shoulders.
"Improvement arrives at the break of many dawn, one must pace themselves." She guides with whispers that send warmth to my bones.

But the piskies, they push with such earnesty, that I feel them pinch the nape of my neck.
"Write, write, write," they chant,"you've kept us waiting too long, bleed the ink!"

So, I write, even if it's with mediocrity.
But I must focuse on my muse and wait for my dawn.
I only need to ignore the agonizing pain in my neck.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Writing can test us and make us relive memories.
"So, I write, even if it's with mediocrity.
But I must focuse on my muse and wait for my dawn.
I only need to ignore the agonizing pain in my neck. "
I do understand the lines above. We need our muses and we will accept the consequences to be able to create. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Paul Hunter]

That sums the experience up perfectly for me. It's strange seeing the two feelings described like this. I'm constantly trying to balance the muse and the pisksies.

[B]

Pain in the neck
some people are exactly that
and that pain sucks

the muse is so fleeting
an image disappearing in the back lines
bravo